Hello, I'm Your New Around Here...

There was just something about my new neighbour. When she stopped in with a thermos of espresso to introduce herself, I was impressed by her friendliness. I wasn't intending to think impure thoughts – I'm a very straight-laced guy – they just suddenly occurred. After all I had been celibate since my beloved wife passed away six years earlier... Two days before my 23rd birthday and two months before she was to turn 21. Sex had, for recent years, seemed an insult to our deep love and short but passionate marriage. Cheating is perhaps a bit extreme, but that's how it felt.

"Hi, neighbour! My name's Jane! Feel like a coffee?" She chirped.

She couldn't possibly be much older than twenty-one herself. I gestured with a sweeping arm her to enter and nodded, my voice stolen by her captivating presence. She wore tight, light blue short shorts, and a pale yellow tank top that highlighted her perfect breasts. She was hotter than most Hollywood actresses! Her medium length brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and as she entered, she playfully blew a strand out of her face.

"Well."

I cleared my throat and preyed I could string a sentence together.

"I guess we'll need mugs?"

She frowned and nodded with a grin. I strode to the kitchenette and grabbed two mugs, rinsing them briefly. It was then that it happened. I guess I just sort of glanced at her legs briefly, but her close proximity made me have a spontaneous orgasm. And due to my six year abstinence – apart from a handful of self-stimulations over Sports Illustrated Covergirl Specials on late-night HBO – it was four or five times the volume. Sperm began to create a huge wet patch in my cotton cargo shorts.

"Did you splash yourself with sink water?" She innocently asked, deftly removing a fresh napkin from inside her bra. "Here, allow me."

She moved so fast I couldn't really stop her. As she squatted before me, I released again, and this time it seeped through the fabric. Hell, it was the height of summer on the east coast, and I was relaxing on the couch with a diet Pepsi. I was alone until a few minutes ago. Besides, lots of guys go commando, especially when they are just hanging around the house.

She went to move the napkin towards my bulging, wet crotch and then stopped, frowning again. Sweet Jane, I thought. Will you take my hand? You have already taken my breath and resolute resolve to remain celibate. There I go again, I chided myself internally. I nearly proposed to the drive through chick's intercom voice the other week...

"Oh..." She tried not to sound like it was a big deal. "Did I, uh... make you..." The way she trailed off just made me want to hold her gently by the sides of her head and start kissing her deeply. Instead, I summoned up all my courage and knelt in front of her, making eye contact and dumbly nodding, somewhat sadly. "That's okay," she countered, leaning in slowly to greet my lips. "Maybe we should..." Planting a soft, soul-redeeming kiss on my lips, I kissed her back. Jane then pushed me backwards onto half a nearby beanbag and straddled my waist. My half-resting member began rapidly becoming erect, at double the normal rate. Is she going to freak on the size, I thought? She must have noticed I'm in need of oversized chinos...

"I feel like such a slut, I don't even know your name!"

"Call me amazed." I lowered my hands and rested them on her hips.

"Amazed and grateful."

Bravely, I unbuttoned her shorts and slipped the front of my palm inside her silky pink knickers. She breathed a barely audible 'God yes', kissed me again, and stood up, removing her lower garments. I wasn't about to look a gift Unicorn in the mouth. I responded, practically tearing my shorts off to present her my solid, soaking manhood.

"A.G. honey! I'm a petite girl! I'm not sure I can accommodate Mr Percival!"

"Try Janie. Just sit on a bit to start with..."

"It's like a veiny guitar neck!"

"Please, just go slowly. Sit on the tip and see how you go?"

"Mmmmm. Okay then, if you seriously want me."

"Ough. Argh. Mmmm. Hum-um."

Jane gingerly rested her lovely vagina at the top of my hard, cumbersome penis. She breathed something again, this time inaudible. With that, she eased down on my sex, roughly half the length of my shaft, and moaned relievedly – grabbing handfuls of my hair. I could feel the walls of her flower blossom and relax, expanding slightly. Jane eased down on the rest of my penis and looked at me searchingly, eyes aflame with the Sunday news. I knew I could go for a fairly long time, but after such an unfairly protracted sexual hiatus, I wasn't so sure. She then began to grind and gyrate, thighs pushing down on my hip bones, my penis fully inside her.

"A.G. uh, what should I call you, really?"

"Mr Holmes, or Mr Holmes aaaaaaaaaagh." I joked.

She playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

"Ritchie. Jane, just call me Ritchie."

With a large breath, she rested her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself serenely off my engorged manhood. She muttered something again, this time with another sexy frown and pouted lips. Ripping my shirt off with a sudden and unusual fit of strength, she dived for my chest and started to lick my nipples. Circling the areola with the tip of her dainty tongue, she brushed the other one with a lovingly slow fingertip. Hoping she would go further south, I held my dick in the middle and slipped it up her tank top repaying the gesture. As soon as she felt this, she began to kiss a trail down my chest and torso until she reached it. Holding it in a somewhat ungainly fashion between her smallish fingers, she squeezed it gently. She kissed the tip and poked her tongue in and out of the large, weeping eye of my penis.

"Suck it, Jane. Suck my cock now, babe."

I had experienced a few bad head jobs, due to my size - but this cute, young, hottie was pretty damn good. She went fast, then slow, wanked it, then stopped. When she swirled and swished the surface of her tongue against the underside of my shaft, that was nearly curtains. I leaned forward as she frantically licked the head and whispered in her perfectly formed ear;

"Just a bit more, hon... you – are – so... good at that."

When the orgasm first started, the pureness of the pleasure caused me to shoot quickly and in rapid waves. My lovely neighbour nearly swallowed too soon, and coughed a few times, her mouth stretched over the head of my cock. She managed to moan her approval, and I guess, her mouth was so full she either had to or wanted to swallow. A driven stare straight into my eyes as she swallowed with perfect passion and dramatic irony, was all too overwhelming. A single tear escaped the corner of my eye as she rolled the taste around on my tongue. Nothing else was said; we retired to the bedroom and kissed for stolen lifetimes, falling asleep in a naked, velvet embrace.